Destroy Lonely, ATL Smook - In Here lyrics

Yeah
Uh
Uh
I'm in LA right now
(Yeah) , it's one o'clock in the morning
You
Know what I'm saying? Just popping my shit
You dig?

It smell like dope in here (Dope, yeah)
It's a whole lot of hoes in here
(Hoes, yeah)
No, I don't know these niggas (Yeah)
Bitch, we in the trap
You can't post in here
(Nah, yeah)
Please don't take no pictures
(On gang, yeah)
I just blow these figures (Yeah)
I'm with your ho, she wanna post me, nigga
(Yeah)
Yes, I'm the one, you can't clone me, nigga
(Yеah)

You can't hold me nigga (No)
Your rent cost what my clothes bе nigga
(Yeah)
I guess I might switch up
The flow on these niggas
(Yeah)
They know me
I don't be knowing these niggas
(Yeah)
I hop in that bitch, go vroom (Vroom)
Geeked up, nigga, I'm stuck on the moon
Dawg
(Yeah, stuck on the moon, dawg)
And we know he a loser (Loser)
So we gon' send that boy to the gulag (Yeah)
Said, lil' bitch
I've been hot for a minute
(Hot for a minute)
Ain't no reason for me to go cooler (Yeah)
I'm a young nigga, bitch, I've been winning
(Bitch, I've been winning) , I got
Straight to them racks, no
I didn't go to school dawg
They be talking 'bout money they getting
(Money they getting) , I just spent
That lil' shit on my shoes
Dawg (Damn)
Got this bad ass bitch, I just hit her
(Bitch, I just hit her) , and I
Tell her to just keep it bool
Dawg (Yeah)

It smell like dope in here (Dope, yeah)
It's a whole lot of hoes in here
(Hoes, yeah)
No, I don't know these niggas (No)
Bitch, we in the trap
You can't post in here
(Nah, yeah)
Please don't take no pictures (On gang, no)
I just blow these figures (Yeah)
I'm with your ho, she wanna post me, nigga
(Yeah)
Yes, I'm the one, you can't clone me, nigga
(Yeah)

I do the most for them racks (Racks)
All of my bitches, they brats (Brats)
She asked if I drip, that's a fact
(That's a fact)
I'm pouring codeine in the back
(Codeine in the back)
Get cheese, we don't fuck with them rats
(Cheese)
We've been winning, go check the stats
(Go check the stats)
Twin designer, I love to mismatch (O oh)
On the Ave, bitch, you know where we at
(Turnt)
Like Max Payne, I ride around with two straps
(Straps, crazy)
Can't rock with these niggas, they cap (Cap)
I run to that sack like I'm sap (Sap)
I put that shit on, no doubt
Won't cuff it, dog, won't go out sap (Sap)
Just made a ten off, I can't cap
(Can't cap)
I did this shit with no rap (No rap)
Double R, you know I'm stamped
(You know I'm stamped)

It smell like dope in here (Dope, yeah)
It's a whole lot of hoes in here
(Hoes, yeah)
No, I don't know these niggas (Yeah)
Bitch, we in the trap
You can't post in here
(Nah, yeah)
Please don't take no pictures
(On gang, yeah)
I just blow these figures (Yeah)
I'm with your ho, she wanna post me, nigga
(Yeah)
Yes, I'm the one, you can't clone me, nigga
(Yeah)